Verse
F#m D F#m D
They're still talking about money, that's right and too much of heaven
F#m
C'mon my friend, let me tell you what it's all about
Bm
it's called money dependence today, and people just keep on going on
F#m
looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them
F#m
No love, and no friendship, nothing else
D
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, into their bank account
Bm F#m
And that's too much of heaven bringing them underground
D
Let me tell you what it's all about
Bm F#m
it's called money dependence today, and people just keep on going on
D
looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them.
D E
No love, and no friendship, nothing else
F#m Bm E
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, into their bank account
F#m
Cha cha cha cha cha cha
[Chorus]
Bm E F#m D
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
Bm E F#m D
Heaven, yeah, can always turn around
Bm E F#m D
Too much of heaven, our life is all hellbound
Bm E F#m D
Heaven, yeah, the killer makes no sound
Bm E F#m D
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
Bm E F#m D
Heaven, yeah, can always turn around
Bm E F#m D
Too much of heaven, our life is all hellbound
Bm E F#m D
Heaven, yeah, the killer makes no sound
[Instrumental]
| Bm E | F#m D | x4
[Verse 2]
F#m
They're still talking about money, that's right and too much of heaven
A Bm
C'mon my friend, let me tell you what it's all about
F#m A Bm
it's called money dependence today, and people just keep on going on
D
looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them
F#m
No love, and no friendship, nothing else
F#m D
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, into their bank account
Bm F#m
And that's too much of heaven bringing them underground
D
Let me tell you what it's all about
F#m
it's called money dependence today, and people just keep on going on
D F#m
looking at the dollar bill and nothing else around them.
D E
No love, and no friendship, nothing else
F#m Bm E
just the dollar bill coming on into their pocket, into their bank account
F#m
Cha cha cha cha cha cha.
[Outro]
Bm E F#m D
Too much of heaven, can bring you underground
Bm E F#m D
Heaven, can always turn around
Bm E F#m D
Too much of heaven, our life is all hellbound
Bm E n.c
Heaven, the killer makes no sound